On Saturday, March 9, our families gathered to help us move into our new home. A quick pot roast was put in the oven, a bouncy castle was set up for the kids and everyone was assigned various little jobs. I will admit that it doesn’t quite feel like home yet but then again 8 years in the flat is hard to override in just a few days. Georgie however is enjoying the whole experience immensely. He gets to see his cousins everyday, ride his bicycle to his grandparents in the morning and gather eggs from pappou’s little farm. There’s still quite alot of organising and sorting to do but we are looking forward to this adventure.
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This post was supposed to be about my love for thrift shops and second-hand goods but today was the type of day that leaves me with enough energy to make homemade bolognese and watch a movie. Why? Well, our morning started off with Georgie spilling ground cinnamon EVERYWHERE. I was making scrambled eggs at the time, which he refused to eat. I then had to rush out and hunt for a table for our new home because a certain well-known furniture store could not give us a delivery date for the table we wanted and gave a deposit on SIX MONTHS ago! Don’t even get me started on manners and customer service. Last but not least, Georgie did not nap today. Mums will know what this means. After an hour of lying in bed with him, he promptly got up, shook his head as if to say ‘no’ and then began jumping up and down.
As I am writing this, I am suffering with the world’s biggest headache EVER. Yes, I am miserable. And even though we received news this week that we won’t be in our new home by Georgie’s birthday -probably the reason for said headache- we managed to have a very creative and happy week. We went to one of my favourite shops in Nicosia, the Rainbow art supplies store, where I stocked up on colourful goodies for Georgie’s party decorations. Last night, the TV stayed off, the music was on and I spent the night painting cups and making foam stamps with S. Spray paints and crepe paper and stencils and glue. All definitely worked some magic.
This mask was one of two presents I gave Georgie after returning from London. The first, a vintage Fisher Price wind-up TV, is sitting safely on a shelf. The second, this lion mask I picked up from a One Pound Shop outside of London, is hands-down one of his favourite things to play with. He happily posed in it for a few seconds before I had to promptly put down the camera and pretend to be a lion. As you do.
I’ve been toying with the idea of doing a couple of posts a week on Georgie’s outfits. Mind-blowing stuff, I know but there are times when my little dude looks so freaking cute in jeans and t-shirts and converse sneakers, I need to tell the world! Georgie has mostly new clothes bought at an intense rate by yours truly. I can’t help myself. And to think i was worried at 4 months pregnant as to how the hell I was going to dress a boy. But I’m loving it. Wouldn’t change it for the world.





